This black sword energy is extremely light and thin, but it is like a startling roar, spanning a distance of hundreds of feet and arriving in an instant.
Li Kuang had no time to react before he was cut into his body by this black sword energy. His expression was slightly startled at first, as if he still hadn't understood what was happening, but the next moment he showed pain and distortion.
"ah!"
Just hearing a heartbreaking scream, blood marks suddenly appeared on Li Kuang's tough body surface, and countless blood streaks burst out from it, as if someone had used a knife to cut thousands of blood marks.
It's just that these blood marks are not drawn from the outside, but from Li Kuang's body!
Li Kuang looked crazy, gritting his teeth and making secrets, the white light flowing inside his body was running rapidly, but he still couldn't stop the appearance of these blood marks.
boom!
After an explosion, Li Kuang's entire body was cut open from the inside and turned into countless debris floating in the air.
The original "Xuanyin Ghost Temple Formation" was hosted by Li Kuang and Tang Huan.
Li Kuang was attacked by Fang Liren before and had already been seriously injured. He only relied on a self-destroying elixir to hold on until now.
Liang Yan could see everything clearly in the dark. He knew that the key to breaking the formation lay in Li Kuang and Tang Huan, and compared to the two of them, Li Kuang was the easiest to break.
It is said that you have to pick the weak persimmon, and when Liang Yan took action, he pointed his finger at Li Kuang!
Sure enough, after Li Kuang died, everyone's breath trembled, and the entire "Xuanyin Ghost Temple Formation" began to tremble.
The black mist that originally attacked Fang Liren and Buwen lay began to dissipate inch by inch. Countless ghosts roared and screamed, and there were faint signs of eating the master.
Among the thirty-two golden elixirs of the Nine Nether Alliance, there was a middle-aged man with a rich face and wearing a military robe, and said angrily: "No! There is one less leader. This 'Xuanyin Ghost Temple Formation' will no longer be able to be maintained."
, If we don’t let go, I’m afraid we’ll be swallowed up by these Nine Nether Demons!”
"Can you survive if you let go? The two killing gods on the opposite side are waiting for our formation to be broken!" another beautiful golden elixir female cultivator scolded.
"Hmph, you crazy people, if you die, I won't be with you!"
A high-pitched voice came out, and then an old Taoist priest wearing Taoist robes and white hair jumped out of the crowd, took the initiative to disperse his spiritual power, and fled towards the entrance of the hall.
With this person taking the lead, people escaped from the formation one after another. The originally difficult "Xuanyin Ghost Temple Formation" became difficult to maintain, and all the black mist collapsed at this moment.
"Hahaha!"
Among the crowd, Fang Liren laughed loudly. The fighting spirit in him reached its peak at this moment. Facing the more than 30 Jindan monks on the other side, there was no fear on his face, just like a god of war.
As this person opened and closed his palms, countless huge palm shadows shot out of the air. Everyone in the Nine Nether Alliance, whether they were walking or escaping, were enveloped by these palm shadows.
"mob!"
These four words are the most appropriate description that Liang Yan can think of at this moment.
Although these people are all golden elixirs, they are as vulnerable as chickens and dogs in front of the golden elixir monks in Wushuang City!
In fact, if they work together and fight to the end with Buwen Jushi and Fang Liren, they may not have any chance of winning.
But now everyone's fighting spirit has long since disappeared. Even though some still want to fight, most of the companions just want to escape.
Fang Liren and Buwen Jushi were unyielding when they gained the upper hand. At this moment, they were like tigers entering the flock of sheep and killed three Jindan monks in an instant. The situation on the field suddenly changed and turned into two Jindan monks chasing and killing another thirty Jindan monks.
Brother Dan.
"Little brother, stay where you are and don't move!"
Fang Liren, in his busy schedule, took the time to send the purple hill in mid-air to the top of Liang Yan's head, shrouding it in purple light to prevent him from being attacked by the Jindan monks of the Nine Nether Alliance to vent his anger.
Liang Yan was not that scared. He was leaning against the statue of Ying Long. With a wave of his finger, black sword energy pierced out. The monks from the Nine Nether Alliance saw it from a distance and did not dare to get close.
"I didn't expect that one day I would borrow someone else's prestige. This feeling is not bad!"
Liang Yan felt excited in his heart. He had suppressed it for a long time. Since there is such an opportunity to save the people of Nanchui, who would be willing to be a deserter?
Li Kuang, Tang Huan and others from the Nine Nether League all regarded him as an ant that could be manipulated at any time, but they did not expect that the final blow that affected the situation came from his hand.
Liang Yan was so excited at this moment that he linked his hands together and sent out black sword energy from the fingertips of the huge statue behind him, slashing towards the many monks from the Nine Nether Alliance.
At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in his mind:
"Run!"
The voice was low and hoarse, and without any emotion. Liang Yan was slightly stunned when he heard it, and he couldn't figure out what happened.
He froze in place, and the voice sounded again, shorter and more urgent than the last time, still two words:
"Run!"
Liang Yan suddenly felt something in his heart and subconsciously looked up at the statue of Ying Long, only to find that the statue was also looking down at him!
But there was a hint of compassion and a hint of helplessness in the eyes of this stone statue.
Liang Yan's heart suddenly twitched, as he seemed to understand the message that the Yinglong statue was trying to convey.
Fang Liren over there didn't hear that the layman was still fighting bloody battles with the people from the Nine Nether Alliance, but Liang Yan's side was surprisingly quiet.
But the next moment, he moved, but the direction was towards the passage from which he came.
"Two seniors, stop fighting and leave here quickly."
Boom!
Before Liang Yan finished speaking, there was a loud noise in the venue, and the Yinglong statue that was originally suppressed at the seal exit exploded into pieces in front of everyone's surprised eyes!
At this moment, Fang Liren finally understood what Liang Yan had just meant. He couldn't help but slap his forehead and said anxiously: "Oh no! After thousands of years, that Gui Si's strength has probably recovered by half. What Senior Ying Long left behind is
Even the backhand can’t suppress him!”
In contrast to Fang Liren, Liang Yan and others, the Jindan monks of the Nine Nether Alliance cheered for joy, looking like they had avenged their great revenge and that victory was in sight!
Fang Liren was shocked and stunned, his eyes suddenly became dazed.
The two of them were ordered by the city lord to come here to prevent this catastrophe in Nanchui. They had planned for a long time and finally managed to sneak in here. They wanted to destroy the blood sacrifice ceremony in one fell swoop, but they didn't expect that they failed in the end!
How can I still have the dignity to go back and report to the city lord?
Just when Fang Liren was filled with regret, someone behind him put his hand on his shoulder. Fang Liren turned his head and saw Master Wuwen standing behind him, shaking his head gently towards him.
"There are things that can and cannot be done. The situation here is over, and we have tried our best." Layman Buwen said calmly.
